Adapt [Part 3]
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: Kentas couldn't sleep.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 630
Total word count: 2,297
Status: Work in Progress
Kentas couldn't sleep. The air was too stiffling in his room, too calm. He paced the room in the hope that might tire him out, but it didn't help. He wasn't going to be able to sleep like this.
He glanced at the door and then the window. If he left the house, the others would know. Leaving the werewolf stronghold had been part of the reason why he'd been branded a traitor. But... He wasn't going to do anything else. Just find a place to sleep.
He pursed his lips, deliberating. Then he went to the window and opened it, squeezing himself out.
The cool breeze made him close his eyes and take in a deep breath, savouring it.
He hopped off the window, the sound of his landing softened by the grass. He glanced around at the patch of land surrounding the building. He was sure - there it was.
A large tree grew on the edge of the grass and Kentas aimed for it. It was one short leap to reach the branches and Kentas settled down, leanoning on the trunk with a sigh. This was what he was used to.
It didn't take him long to doze off.
He jerked awake a little later. The sun was starting to light the sky so he must have slept a number of hours. But what had woken him up?
"Oi.
Kentas looked over his shoulder to see M-21 sticking his head out of a window at the same level he was, leaning on his elbows.
"If you're going to sleep there," M-21 said as soon as he saw he had Kentas' attentin, "go higher in the tree."
Kentas blinked at him, then glanced up. There were more leaves there, providing more cover.
"Frankenstein won't mind," M-21 continued, "but he'd prefer if he didn't have to answer awkward questions from neighbours."
"All right," Kentas said, sitting up and stretching. It wouldn't be harder to sleep there.
"Wait..."
"Huh?" Kentas had just been about to push himself off the branch but he stopped himself in time.
M-21 was staring at Kentas' feet. "Where are your slippers?"
"In my room." He'd taken them off when he'd tried to sleep on the bed and didn't put them back on when he started pacing the room.
M-21 grimaced and gestured him closer. "Jump over here — Frankenstein won't mind you sleeping in trees, but he will mind if you track dirt into the house."
Was that why they changed their shoes when they went into the house?
Kentas nodded and M-21 stepped back from the window as he got to his feet.
The leap was easy to make and Kentas crouched on the window's edge, one hand above him and gripping the window to keep him in place.
"I'll get your slippers," M-21 said, turning and heading for his door.
"Thanks," Kentas said. The smells coming from the room said it was M-21's bedroom. It wasn't much different from Kentas', just with a few more pictures dotted on tables and a suit hanging from a door knob.
It wasn't long until M-21 returned, pink slippers in hand.
"So Frankenstein likes his house being clean," Kentas said after taking the slippers from him. With what they had to do with the slippers and seeing Frankenstein's reaction to the human children leaving a mess on the table, Kentas was starting to see a pattern.
"Yes." There had been no hesitation to M-21's reply.
"Hm. Fair enough." So long as he knew so he could avoid doing it. He lifted his nose to sniff the air. Was that-?
M-21 smirked at him. "C'mon," he said when Kentas had the slippers on and was inside his room, "breakfast should be almost ready."
Smiling back, Kentas followed him.
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M-21 didn't suggest sleeping on the roof because that's waaay too open.
Summary: Kentas couldn't sleep.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 630
Total word count: 2,297
Status: Work in Progress
Kentas couldn't sleep. The air was too stiffling in his room, too calm. He paced the room in the hope that might tire him out, but it didn't help. He wasn't going to be able to sleep like this.
He glanced at the door and then the window. If he left the house, the others would know. Leaving the werewolf stronghold had been part of the reason why he'd been branded a traitor. But... He wasn't going to do anything else. Just find a place to sleep.
He pursed his lips, deliberating. Then he went to the window and opened it, squeezing himself out.
The cool breeze made him close his eyes and take in a deep breath, savouring it.
He hopped off the window, the sound of his landing softened by the grass. He glanced around at the patch of land surrounding the building. He was sure - there it was.
A large tree grew on the edge of the grass and Kentas aimed for it. It was one short leap to reach the branches and Kentas settled down, leanoning on the trunk with a sigh. This was what he was used to.
It didn't take him long to doze off.
He jerked awake a little later. The sun was starting to light the sky so he must have slept a number of hours. But what had woken him up?
"Oi.
Kentas looked over his shoulder to see M-21 sticking his head out of a window at the same level he was, leaning on his elbows.
"If you're going to sleep there," M-21 said as soon as he saw he had Kentas' attentin, "go higher in the tree."
Kentas blinked at him, then glanced up. There were more leaves there, providing more cover.
"Frankenstein won't mind," M-21 continued, "but he'd prefer if he didn't have to answer awkward questions from neighbours."
"All right," Kentas said, sitting up and stretching. It wouldn't be harder to sleep there.
"Wait..."
"Huh?" Kentas had just been about to push himself off the branch but he stopped himself in time.
M-21 was staring at Kentas' feet. "Where are your slippers?"
"In my room." He'd taken them off when he'd tried to sleep on the bed and didn't put them back on when he started pacing the room.
M-21 grimaced and gestured him closer. "Jump over here — Frankenstein won't mind you sleeping in trees, but he will mind if you track dirt into the house."
Was that why they changed their shoes when they went into the house?
Kentas nodded and M-21 stepped back from the window as he got to his feet.
The leap was easy to make and Kentas crouched on the window's edge, one hand above him and gripping the window to keep him in place.
"I'll get your slippers," M-21 said, turning and heading for his door.
"Thanks," Kentas said. The smells coming from the room said it was M-21's bedroom. It wasn't much different from Kentas', just with a few more pictures dotted on tables and a suit hanging from a door knob.
It wasn't long until M-21 returned, pink slippers in hand.
"So Frankenstein likes his house being clean," Kentas said after taking the slippers from him. With what they had to do with the slippers and seeing Frankenstein's reaction to the human children leaving a mess on the table, Kentas was starting to see a pattern.
"Yes." There had been no hesitation to M-21's reply.
"Hm. Fair enough." So long as he knew so he could avoid doing it. He lifted his nose to sniff the air. Was that-?
M-21 smirked at him. "C'mon," he said when Kentas had the slippers on and was inside his room, "breakfast should be almost ready."
Smiling back, Kentas followed him.
M-21 didn't suggest sleeping on the roof because that's waaay too open.